Cultivation! My Augmented Statuses Have Unlimited Duration

This first-class Sishen Mohen Academy was formerly known as the "Guozijian", the holy place for scholars of the Eastern Regions Xiu Xian Dynasty.

For some reason, after the disintegration of that gigantic dynasty, various departments within it have evolved into the immortal cultivators that are now famous.

At that time, the main body of Guozijian was reorganized into Mohen Academy.

This group of ferocious "readers" made a world with a pen, and they have always been famous in the eastern region of immortality.

They usually focus on "reading" and don't care about the world, but these days, it is a very good virtue to have strong strength and not take the initiative to harm others. Therefore, their reputation in the immortal world has always been good.

It's just that Jiang Li didn't expect that the benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom, and trustworthiness of these "scholars" turned out to be just words.

When you see a beautiful female ghost, you have to **** it, so when you are outside, don't you bully men and women every day?

You must know that Jiang Li was ready early in the morning when the messenger from the Temple of the Gods arrived.

In order to prevent the treasure from moving people's hearts, he had already transferred the Jiuyoumu ramets that originally grew in the center of the city to the underground space.

The fear is that they are greedy.

Although people in the immortal world today probably don't know what the ten innate spiritual roots of heaven and earth are.

But this did not prevent them from feeling the power of the Jiuyou ramet.

Every spiritual fruit on it is no less than the Mujiashou peach, and many are even better than the pan peach spiritual fruit.

Even if it is as powerful as the superior Sishen, he will definitely not mind bringing back a spiritual wood that can greatly enhance the heritage of the sect.

And this Fengdu City is just a gathering place for some ghosts.

Jiang Li thought in a different position, and believed that if they saw this kind of treasure, in all likelihood, they would **** it without hesitation.

So although it would be a little inconvenient, in order to prevent conflicts, he still hid everything they might see.

Just prepared a few cups of tea and asked Qin Shuman to come forward to receive him.

He thought he had been cautious, but he didn't expect that the greed of these scholars caught him off guard.

An old man who doesn't know, thousands of years old, doesn't even know why he doesn't let go of a female ghost.

Looking at Jiang Li's contemptuous eyes under his mask, the old man was also angry.

"Boy, stop talking nonsense!"

"You are the city lord of Fengdu City?"

When the other monks in green shirt saw Jiang Li's resistance, they all took out their brushes to draw in the air and wanted to start. The old scholar who jumped off the bamboo slip raised his hand to stop them.

"It turns out that people who rule this ghost town are not ghosts. No wonder people and ghosts can coexist in this Fengdu city."

"But young man, it's useless to stay in this filthy place, and it should have been completely wiped out."

"Hand over that female ghost and tell this old man where you found her."

"If you do it well, the old man may be able to open up to this ghost town, and it is not unreasonable to make an exception for you to join the Sishen Temple."

His words were full of coercion and inducement.

This old man is an Earth Immortal himself, and behind him is the powerful Moken Academy. This kind of threat is very effective. As long as he is willing, he can indeed do what he said.

But Jiang Li is also the second Fengdu City Lord, and he is not the third generation, so how could he do it, because he betrayed his own people in one sentence.

Telling the female ghost Qin Shuman to step back and stay away, he has secretly mobilized the power of Fengducheng, ready to attack the opponent at any time.

Although this Fengdu City is far from regaining its former strength, it is also equivalent to a large area that can suppress all enemies within.

Its effect is still several times more than that of the Yin coffin, so it has a considerable restriction on the earth immortal.

With the help of this city, he may not be able to fight the Earth Immortal of the Moken Academy.

"Humph! What a **** city lord, Master Meng Gu gave you a chance, how dare you be presumptuous!"

"Since you don't know how to praise, then I'll break this ghost town first, and then catch the female ghost!"

Finding that Jiang Li began to mobilize the power of the ghost town, the other eleven monks on the bamboo mat began to write again.

break! kill! Exterminate! die! Slaughter! . . .

One by one murderous ink characters appeared in the air.

But when Jiang Li mobilized Fengducheng's power and touched them, he noticed something strange.

Jiang Li glanced strangely at the ten Confucian scholars who had never spoken.

"Your Excellency said that I am hiding all my filth. It seems that only the state officials are allowed to set fires, and the people are not allowed to light the lamps."

"The dignified Mohen Academy, and the capital of Fengfeng are also half a catty!"

Jiang Li's words were sarcastic, his hands kept moving, and his right index finger pointed out.

The black nails were dotted on the words "repression, suppression" on the two ghost kings.

The two ink characters that suppressed the difficulty of the ghost king immediately collapsed.

Only then did the two ghost kings regain their freedom, and they gathered their own magic spells one after another, preparing to teach those tiresome scholars an unforgettable lesson for the rest of their lives.

They were dignified ghost kings, but they were stunned by two ink characters just now, and they couldn't escape for a long time.

But that's no wonder they, Moken Academy's ink spells condensed a strong and pure will and belief, it is extremely difficult to break through ordinary means, and there is a lot of restraint against ghosts.

The reason why it can collapse at the touch of Jiang Li's fingers.

Relying on the three thousand black mosquitoes with remnants attached to their nails.

This ancient beast is indeed powerful. Whether it is will, belief or spiritual energy, it is just food for black mosquitoes with rudimentary wings.

And this magical power of words is like the most precise formation. As long as a small part is damaged, the whole will collapse.

If not, Jiang Li would be in big trouble against them.

"Young people have some ability, but this is not the reason for slandering Mohen Academy!"

The great scholar didn't hear what Jiang Li meant, but was annoyed by his rude remarks.

He waved the pen, and the two ink words "punishment" flew out again, turning into a pointer in the air and hitting Jiang Li.

This kind of literal method is even more difficult to resist.

Poof!

Two strands of blood sputtered in the air, and the injured body was thrown flying, with wide-eyed eyes full of disbelief.

But the blood was not from Jiang Li, but from the arrogant young scholar who was standing at the front of the bamboo slip, and the scholar Meng Gu.

The ten behind them, the Confucian scholars who were with them, attacked from behind for some reason.

The killing intent ink words they condensed just now did not target Jiang Li at all, but their companions.

Among them, there was even a sudden burst of killing intent ink words, the power reached the level of the earth immortal, and the two were instantly knocked out.

The arrogant young scholar received only two ink strokes due to his weak strength, but that had already made him fall to the ground, and he didn't know his life or death.

On the contrary, it was the old scholar who received the most attention. A book flew out of his body automatically, blocking most of the damage for him.

He stabilized his body in the air, took a few steps forward, and carried it down with a pale face.

"You! What are you doing!"

Master Meng came to the young man in an instant, stretched out his hand to check his heart, and found that he had lost the slightest bit of vitality.

The old Confucian's two eyes could almost shoot out fire, staring at the ten students of his own!

"On the order of the dean, expel the scholar Meng Gu from the academy!"

The ten people were obviously prepared long ago, ignoring the anger of the old Confucianism, and continued to write in the air calmly.

. . . .

"It's a fight? Infighting between giants, **** plot!"

Jiang Li was also a little surprised when the twelve enemies suddenly clashed with each other, but then he laughed.

Anyway, they are all his enemies. These guys have nothing to do with him, Jiang and someone.

And he also wanted to understand, it seems that the problems of the ten scholars, this great scholar should not know.

When Jiang Li used Fengdu City just now, with the help of the magical power of this ghost town, he vaguely sensed that these ten scholars were not alive, so he said that.

Originally, I thought it was this academy that used special means to retain the souls of the dead to strengthen itself, but now it seems that this is not the case.

Mohen Academy was infiltrated by secret means.

And these ten traitors are here to find an excuse to lead important people to a remote place and kill them!

This is big news, but it's best not to happen to you.

Jiang Li immediately turned into a small transparent, waved his hand and led Qin Shuman and the ghost kings gathered around to retreat together.

When the dog bites the dog, there is absolutely no need for him to go in and add a kick. If he was bitten by the way, he would be thankful.

. . . .

Over there, the powerhouses of the eleven Moken Academy have already fought.

Different from ordinary monks' five-element spells fighting against each other, their battles are only black and white.

The two sides flicked the pen and splashed ink, and the scene changes seemed to enter a world of ink painting, beautiful and full of murderous intentions.

"Ridiculous! When the old man became a university scholar, Zhao Mingde was just a little devil who studied ink! What qualifications does he have to push this old man out of the academy!"

"How many of you are actually your masters, and your fellow juniors, you are so murderous! It's true! It's outrageous!"

Rebellious, four big characters flew out, shattering several mountains formed by ink and wash, and blowing away the few Confucian scholars who were hiding behind.

"No! The handwriting is wrong! You are not my students! Who are you!"

"The mirror hangs high! The original shape is revealed!"

A great scholar deserves to be a great scholar. Under such circumstances, he can still maintain his senses. He found clues in the ink characters written by the ten people.

He waved his big pen in the air, leaving eight characters in the air.

The eight ink characters turned into a huge mirror, from which a white light radiated and fell on the ten monks.

The bodies of the ten scholars immediately showed two overlapping figures.

Sure enough, they were not themselves, but were used to occupy the magpie's nest by strange means!

"Fang Taichu! Deng Kaichang! Lang Ziming! Wen Honglang! Xu Xingde! . . . you! . . . you are all dead!"

"What did you do to my students! Why do you occupy their bodies!"

Master Meng Gu couldn't hide his shock when he found out that he actually recognized these ten shadows.

Because these ten people were originally from their Mohen Academy.

One of them was his proud disciple back then, who became a great scholar on the same level as him at a young age.

However, sooner or later, all ten of them should have died in the war with the armor-faced demon!

How could it suddenly appear here? He also madly shot at him!

"Scholar Meng Gu has a good memory, and the students and others also read books under Mr.'s account."

"I thought that the world had forgotten us. When I thought that my husband was still thinking about the students, the students were moved to tears!"

"Be a teacher for one day and a father for life. Please be worshipped by the students."

They said the words of respecting teachers and respecting the truth, but they started to be darker than each other, and every word of ink was a deadly killing move.

"Benevolence and righteousness, disloyalty and filial piety, I have never taught you such a way of life!"

Master Meng Gu looked at the ten people who surrounded him, and his eyebrows were raised, but he was outnumbered, so he was at a disadvantage for a while.

"Students, I am grateful for the kindness of Mr.'s teaching. That's why I came here to take Mr. to the real paradise."

The ten men's offensive temporarily stopped, and dense ink characters appeared in front of them. The ten men joined forces and continued to form chapters.

They want to punish their former teacher.

At this moment, a force of space struck, the surrounding scenery changed, and they had already reached the outside of the city in the blink of an eye.

Then a mist blew, and the ghost town of Fengdu in Nuoda, as if it had long legs, was getting farther and farther away from them.

Jiang Li didn't want to think that the Earth Immortal-level disputes continued to break out in his city, which would make his efforts over the past few months come to nothing.

Seizing a chance, kicked these guys out of the city.

In addition, there are surprises in the rules of the underworld fantasy and reality. The space here is not completely fixed, even if it is a huge city, it will change its position from time to time.

Before there was no ghost gate, every time you wanted to find this ghost town in Fengdu, you needed the guidance of the other side of the flower.

In the past few months, Jiang Li has captured dozens of large and small leylines one after another, and after stuffing them all into Fengdu City, although the dragon veins have not yet formed.

But by taking advantage of the power of the leylines, he has also built Fengdu City into a city that can move freely in the underworld.

So as soon as the group of relocated households moved out of Fengdu, he immediately drove away in the ghost town.

This is also the reason why he dared to open Fengdu City to the world of immortals.

If there is a strong enemy in the outside world that is malicious to him, all he needs to do is close the gate of **** and then transfer Fengdu City.

In most places in the Netherland Fantasy Realm now, there is no other side of the flower, and even if someone wants to do something wrong, it is almost impossible to find a city that takes the initiative to avoid.

Watching the ghost town get farther and farther away, it will soon disappear into the thick fog.

"Are you going to kill them?"

One of the ten people proposed to massacre the city.

But Fang Taichu, the Earth Immortal who was the leader, shook his head.

"After today, the lord will be born again and become the emperor!"

"It's just a ghost town, how can our respected scholar be important!"

"Are you right! Teacher!"

Master Meng Gu swayed his brush and ink, and saw that the tricks were resisting the words of ten people.

Hearing their words, his heart sank.

It seems that the force that brought these ten students back to the Yang World from their deaths has been planning for a long time, and their plans are grand!

They are not afraid of exposure.

That being said, the plan to besiege him, the great scholar, is most likely not an exception.

There are more hidden minions who will attack together on the same day!

I don't know what kind of **** waves it will cause in the Eastern Regions of Immortal Cultivation Realm!

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